Silent as the snakes that glide across the forest floor,
Silent as the will-o'-wisps that haunt the reedy shore,
The Hobyahs came....
Furry monsters plot between their pointed ears. Between their hungry fellows they exchange knowing plans. Rumble in my tummy pass it on. The nothing that escapes their sharp teeth is a sound relative of darkness threatening to make you take its place. They have the kind of eyes that foretell entrails and blood to sop up the fleshy bits. Waiting in bushes eyes. To me they look like melted cats with cat's eyes. Glass marbles they call cat's eyes, not real cat's eyes. If they didn't have real eyes then they probably see out of the backs of their heads. They probably did that anyway. It's their making all the words go away style. The story doesn't say that, though. It's the good old fashioned kind of monster story that gives you enough to keep going in your nightmares after the story has ended. It's in the allusions to natural predators. Spiders floating in time for the daydreaming flies. Hawk shadows capturing the little birdie shadows. The tails of The Hobyahs remind me of monkeys. There's a nature park not too far away from where I live called Silver Springs. It used to be a run down theme park with animal attractions. Anyway, the monkeys would get loose and eat all of the other animals. I don't know why these scheming dinner dreams aren't shown infesting the tree tops with you're not safe don't daymare about other kinds of devourers because we're coming to get you ha ha. They totally would. I'm not sure about their striped nightgowns. I guess it works in the way that they have this secret world. Sign language style. The shadow world of predator on prey and this world goes on at the same time as the hunt and the aborted fight for life.
The Hobyahs are a recurring nightmare. An old man and an old woman sleep in their bed inside their hemp stalk house when they come to know what The Hobyahs are all about. The old people have an adopted little girl living with them and five dogs, named Turpie, Topie, Tippy, Tarry and Teeny. They speak in well meaning (if you come from the land of the please don't eat me) barks of danger. Old man knows nothing about The Hobyahs and he threatens to beat the loudest dog, Turpie, out of home. The little girl pleads for him and it's no good. The looks of the old people didn't do anything for me. It's all about the dogs. Turpie hunches on the ground with that killer dog tongue lolling out of his mouth. He looks more understanding than every understanding teddy bear anyone has ever owned put together. Off into the forest he goes. Next time it's the old woman. I probably shouldn't be too judgemental since I've yelled at my dog a lot for (he thinks) asserting his dominance over neighbor dogs with nighttime barking. For all I know that stupid pug is insulting my outfits and my baby.... Nah, that's not what's happening. I didn't care too much about if the old people get eaten. When I see flies spun up in spider webs I feel as much of a shiver of "Glad that's not me" than I wish it were still flitting from to and fro. I want to know why the dogs took turns in barking the loudest. Each time one of them is run off another one is taking up the cause of loudest dog who cried Hobyah. Topie has this great I'm so scared look when it's him. If you saw him up for adoption he'd be really good at getting you to take him home. Tippy looks like he'd say "I can't believe this is happening to me too! Why won't you listen? Ow! That rope hurts!" Tarry and Teeny hold off the jammie wearing threat. Old man keeps saying "If I live till morning, I will drive you off just like the others." Why does he always think one lousy nights sleep is going to finish him off? The Hobyahs get him and make off with the little girl. I don't speak Hobyah so I don't know why they put her in a sack in their den. Maybe they'd have a fancy supper when they woke up if the dogs didn't arrive outta the woods to save her. Hobyahs sleep in the daytime. Wow, no one likes to miss sleep in this story. It's great when the little girl gets to live with the dogs. Their tongues loll out of their mouths. Their sweet teddy bear glass eyes promise eternal devotion. Lucky girl. I think my favorite is the first loud dog, Turpie. He's the most devotedest of them all, since he took up the cause for the fellow doggies.
I haven't read any other version of The Hobyahs so I don't know what is author Souci's and what is a history of invading Hobyahs, here to stay because you nightmared about them too often and they liked hearing about themselves so they stick around to feed on you. In the author's note he says he learned about The Hobyahs from the Australian film Celia. Me too! I loved that movie so much I couldn't stand it. It's much more than The Hobyahs (if this were a film site it'd be so great to relive the movie like I get to relive books by writing about them) but there's this little girl Celia who is taken over by their story (her teacher has read it aloud in class and then they go home with Celia). They looked a different kind of monster in the film. I am impressed by this illustrator Alexi Natchev in seeing The Hobyahs as the eater you could slip into just like another nature. Celia's Hobyahs are all you're the rabbit. But it had this incredible the folklore is belief and it's attached to new times and gotten stronger. I am all for new versions of tales when it gets to happen like that.